Jack Black’s ‘Bernie’ murderously charming

Millennium Entertainment Jack Black as Bernie Tiede in a scene from “Bernie.”

‘Bernie,” a quirky tragi-comedy starring Jack Black as a meticulous mortician, a faithful Methodist, a good neighbor and an improbable murderer, is a true-life Texas tale so perfectly told it seems more like eavesdropping than moviegoing.

This is writer-director Richard Linklater at his wry, whimsical best. Always an articulate voice for closely observed stories of ordinary lives and random encounters, the filmmaker has truly come home in “Bernie.” His east Texas roots, where the movie unfolds, can be felt in every scene of this love letter to the ways and wiles of small-town gossips with a juicy story to spread about one of their own.

Linklater uses a documentary style of interviews intercut with more traditional narrative scenes to piece together how the sweet-faced Bernie Tiede ended up in prison for shooting the richest, sourest widow in Carthage, Texas, and hiding her body in the freezer, “right with the frozen corn and pot pies,” as her granddaughter would testify.

The film opens with Bernie (Black) doing what he did best: playing to an audience. He’s walking a class of mortuary students through his secrets for prepping the deceased. Black telegraphs almost everything essential to know about Bernie in that scene: that he’s patient, precise, cares about the deceased and knows how to work a crowd.

From there, the story picks up in Carthage, long after Bernie has been incarcerated, with the town folk trying to explain what happened, and why he shouldn’t be serving time even if he did kill Mrs. Nugent (Shirley MacLaine).

The script, which Link-later wrote with Skip Hollandsworth, whose Texas Monthly piece about Bernie Tiede first caught the filmmaker’s eye in 1998, is masterful in capturing the rich, salty flavor of east Texas.

Much of the dialogue is handed to the many locals (actors and nonprofessionals) used in the film. The casting choices are unerring, making it virtually impossible to tell the actors from the ordinary folks. It gives “Bernie” a kind of authenticity that works.

The film is one man’s story, but it is also a sly study of human nature in assessing what is good and bad in people.

Bernie was adopted by Carthage not long after he was hired as an assistant director at the funeral home. He was something of a bon vivant, ingratiating himself with the community, singing in the choir, visiting widows after handling their husbands’ funerals. That Bernie was such a natural performer allows Black to showcase his musical chops.

Since Bernie confesses, the film’s central conflict is about his punishment rather than his guilt. What is uncontested is that Mrs. Nugent and the town didn’t get along, and there is acid on her neighbors’ tongues as they talk about her and try to explain why she and Bernie became so close.

MacLaine drapes an irritating arrogance around her character like a shroud, making it absolutely believable why many in Carthage didn’t exactly consider her killing to be a crime.

There is a trial, and it’s a stage for grandstanding D.A. Danny Buck Davidson (Matthew McConaughey). The actor wears the role of good ole boy-political opportunist as comfortably as the boots and Stetson. But most of the film is about how Bernie had charmed the town before the murder messed things up.

Given Bernie’s natural flamboyance and Black’s tendency for excess, it is a testament to the actor’s talent that he turns in such a finely wrought, restrained performance.

There is a sense of affection and respect for the people and the predicament in every move Black makes.

Bernie, Danny Buck, Mrs. Nugent and the rest are most certainly characters, but in Linklater’s hands, they are never caricatures.